Page 24 of Pucking the Team
“Yes, William, he had to stop Trevor from going at Steven again, and all the while, the vicar was waving the Bible around and shouting for calm. But calm didn’t come because Casey, he’s lovely he is, he went for Cheryl.”
“He didn’t hit her?”
“No, but he told her, plain as day, that he’d always known she was a shallow, conniving bitch with no morals and the worst fashion sense he’d ever seen.”
“He said all that?”
“Yes, and you know what, I think it was the fashion comment that upset Cheryl the most.”
“What did she do?”
“What do you think?”
“She went to Steven?”
“Yep, she did, and they left together. Hand in hand. Practically ran from the church, and they haven’t been seen since.”
“They deserve each other.” I paused. “What happened to all that food, at the reception?”
“We still went. It was a bit odd, minus a bride and groom to be honest, but I said it was what you’d have wanted. I know you hate waste.”
“You’re absolutely right, it would have been a shame to let good food go to waste, and I’m sure everyone was hungry after all the…excitement.”
She was quiet for a moment. “But tell me, how are you? What a shock, and how did you find out and—?”
“I’m okay really, better than if I’d got myself wed to a rat.”
“I guess that’s true.”
“I just need a bit of time to figure out what to do. I haven’t got any shoots for two months so I have an open diary.”
“And are you going to stay in Cardiff?”
“No, it’s still too close to Steven and Cheryl. I’ll get myself a flight booked, treat myself to somewhere nice and get my head straight.”
“You always have a straight head, you get that from your mother, cool in a crisis.”
I said nothing. My mother getting unexpectedly dropped into conversation always pulled me up, not in a bad way, just in a I-miss-her-so-much way.
“I know you’ll do the right thing,” Aunt Mary was saying, “but you know where I am if you need me, and if I can do anything to help at all, just call.”
“Thank you, I will, and I’ll let you know where I am, too, wherever I go, that is.”
“Okay. And remember I love you, Pippa, my darling.”
“I love you, too, bye.”
I ended the call and wiped away a tear I hadn’t noticed spring free. I’d be lost without Aunt Mary in my life, she always knew what to do, even, so it seemed, in a church with an absent bride.
“Right, Trevor,” I said, ignoring all the other messages and going straight to his on WhatsApp.
What the hell! Sweet pea. Call me…NOW
I went to the next one.
What is going on?
The church is full and waiting for you…
